Rick turned to me the other day and said, “Did I tell you about the really positive, life altering change I made in my life?”
Well, no honey, between our discussions about which day is garbage day vs. recycling day and why we have so many damn packages of turkey bacon in our freezer, you have never mentioned an incredible, life altering change.
So what could it be? He quit smoking years ago and he runs regularly now. And clearly, he married the woman of his dreams. Hmmm…
Maybe he discovered a new spiritual path? Perhaps he read my copy of “Food Matters” and decided to shun red meat for the good of the environment and his own health. Or maybe he’s committed himself to some kind of fulfilling volunteer work.
And then he said it.
“Well, you know how I used to have my work ID on that necklace strap and I was always forgetting it at work or at home and losing track of it? And it just stressed me out,” Rick began.
“Yes,” I said, waiting for the big moment.
“Well, I finally took it off that strap, put the card in my wallet and now I never lose it.”
“Ok.” I don’t want to be unsupportive about this big work ID epiphany but he might have oversold that announcement.
But I get it. Rick recently moved our cable box so that I don’t have to contort my body like a Cirque du Soleil performer in order to change the channel, and I will say that it has had a very positive impact on my life.
Sometimes it really is the little things.
3 year-old Summer understands this all too well because I believe she actually teaches a class in sweating the small stuff. Like her socks. And how they must fold perfectly on her ankle. And not be askew in any way. In ANY WAY.
Yet, she adores those LittleMissMatched socks. Are you familiar with this brand? The socks have no match. It’s supposed to solve the problem of missing socks. Either that or send some slightly anal parents to the brink of insanity. And by “slightly anal parents,” I mean, me.
Summer received a bunch of these colorful socks for Christmas and they’re maddening. Here’s the conversation I have at least once a day.
“Oh, that’s so cute. Your little girls is wearing the wrong socks,” some well meaning mother or teacher or librarian or store clerk says.
“Actually, that’s how the socks come. There is no match,” I say sadly.
Look, I like order. I like organization. I do not like mismatched socks. The next time I make a really positive, life altering change in my life, those socks may all be missing.
P.S. Dear Auntie T., Thank you for the mismatched socks. Summer just absolutely lives for them. And I hope you haven’t been offended by this post. But for my mental well-being, don’t ever buy us those socks again. All my love, Kelcey
mama bird notes:
I was invited to Sesame Street Live this week (yes, thankfully my kids too). Click here for my review, my up close and personal moment with Cookie Monster and Elmo and how to snag 50% off tickets.